The base was heavy. You could feel it in your chest, like your heartbeat syncing to the music. The club was packed---dim lights, flashes of red and purple, bodies dancing too close, laughter spilling from every corner.
Lev hated crowds. Especially loud ones.
But it was his first semester, and his roommate had basically dragged him out. ''Come on, you're always in the dorm,'' he'd said, ''Let loose for once, Lev. You're nineteen, not ninety.''
So here he was. Clutching a drink, he wasn't even sure he liked. Trying not to look like a lost puppy.
He stood near the bar, tucked into a corner, eyes darting across the crowed. He didn't want to dance. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He just wanted to go home.
That's when he saw him.
Dimitri Volkov.
The senior Alpha. The one everyone whispered about. Tal, board shoulder, sharp jawline. Cold eyes. The kind of guy who didn't talk much ------ but when he did, you listened. His presence was magnetic, dangerous in a way Lev couldn't explain.
Lev had seen him on campus before. Never up close. Never like this.
Dimitri was standing near the VIP section, drink in hand, surrounded by friends but not really paying attention to any of them. His eyes were scanning the club----slow, calculating.
And then their eyes met.
Lev looked away immediately. His heart stuttered stupid. But when he peeked again...Dimitri was still looking.
''Hey,'' a voice suddenly said, much closer. Lev turned. His roommate was back, grinning, handing another drink.
''Try this one. Sweeter.''
''I'm good,'' Lev said quietly.
His friend raised an eyebrow. ''Come on. It's your first party. You're barely tipsy.'' Lev hesitated, then took a small sip. It was. Fruity. Didn't burn much.
He glanced back toward the VIP area. Dimitri was gone.
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An hour passed. The room got hotter, louder Lev had finished the drink. Maybe two? He wasn't sure. His head felt fizzy. Everything was kind of soft and spinney. He stumbled toward the hallway near the restroom to get some air. The lights were lower here. Quieter. And then---------
''Didn't think you were the clubbing type.''
That voice.
Lev turned, slightly swaying. Dimitri was there, leaning against the wall, one hand in the pocket, his drink untouched.
Lev blinked. ''I'm not. I didn't even want to come.''
A smirk. ''Could've fooled me. You've got that 'lost kitten' look. Kind of cute.''
Lev flushed. ''I'm not -------'' He shook his head. ''You're just drunk.'' Hiccups.
I'm not, actually. Dimitri stepped closer. ''You, thought....''
''I only had.... like two.'' Lev leaned back against the wall for balance. He felt hot. To hot.
''Two's enough for someone like you,'' Dimitri said quietly, voice low and slow.
Leb breath caught when Dimitri reached out--------gently brushed his fingers against Lev's wrist. The touch was barely there. But it felt like fire. His scent-----rich, heady alpha scent-------was strong. And something inside Lev reacted. His body trembled.
''Your heat's starting, isn't it? Dimitri asked, voice a whisper now. Not mocking...just...noticing.
''N---No. I... take blockers.''
''Blockers don't work well with alcohol.'' Dimitri said softly. ''You didn't know that?''
Lev shake head ''I---I didn't think...''
And then Dimitri's hand cupped his cheek, if someone finds out that you have heat then you will not be able to go home today? I can help you; my place is nearby.
Lev does not understand situation is head dizzy ''Okay'' lev said.
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The moment the door closed behind them, Lev felt the silence settle over him----like he could finally breathe. But his heart was still racing. Neither of them said anything at first. Lev stood awkwardly near the entrance, unsure what he was supposed to do. His head was spinning------not just from the alcohol, but from Dimitri scent, it was stronger here. Warm, spicy, grounding. It pulled at something deep inside him.
''You, okay?'' Dimitri asked, voice low as he took off his jacket. Dimitri looked at for a long moment----then, without thinking, he leaned in.
Their lips meet.
It was soft first. Tentative. Lev hands trembled slightly as they touched Dimitri chest. Dimitri arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened. Slow turned into hungry. Awkwardly into desperate.
Lev whimpered softly when Dimitri lifted him, carrying him toward the bedroom.
The room was dark except for the faint glow of city lights through the window. Dimitri laid down gently, ''You smell like vanilla,'' Dimitri whispered against Lev's neck.
''It's my shampoo.''
''I like it.''
Clothes were removed one by one. Between kisses. Between heavy breaths and little gasps.
Lev skin was warm under Dimitri's fingers. Sensitive. He arched at every touch, overwhelmed and burning up. His heat had definitely started, and it was driving him wild.
''I can't-------.'' Lev whispered, his body trembling. ''I don't know what I'm doing....''
''You don't have to,'' Dimitri mummed, kissing down and collarbone. ''Just feal.''
Their body moved like instinct. Every brush of skin, every sound shared in the dark---it wasn't perfect, but it was real. Dimitri hold Lev like he could break. When they finally joined, Lev gasped--his fingers digging into Dimitri's shoulders. ''Breathe,'' Dimitri whispered,
They moved together, slow at first, then deeper--closer. There was no talking now. Just breathing. Moaning. Heartbeat racing.
For one night, he wasn't invisible. He was wanted...............